Anis Mojgani’s voice makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time. Its just so beautiful.
January 2012
27 posts
لمّا اكبر رح اعيش في لبنان, في شقة الها غرفة وحدة وبلكونة, بشرب قهوة عليها الصبح, ما رح يكون عندي اصحاب, ورح انسى اهلي. بضيّع ايامي بين كتب عن مغامرات و تجارب ناس تانيين. و رح اموت هيك عادي, وما حد رح يتزكر قطرالندى, لأنه حياتها ما كانت الها تأثير
This is beautiful.
This is…
I’m made of
My parents “I love you”s
Sylvia’s burnt death note
And nature’s hope gasps to pay off
With someone who wants to give back to it
I’m unsent letters
50 years ago war escaping chants
That’s why my heart screams louder
When the unfairness of its verses is burnt all over again
And my…
I am Frost’s words.
I am Dylan’s guitar chords.
I am Hendrix’s talent.
I am Nietzsche’s philosophy.
I am Lennon’s love.
I am Chaplin’s silliness.
I am Poe’s darkness.
I am Sagan’s passion.
I am Gandhi’s peace.
I am Picasso’s canvas.
I am McCurry’s lens.
I am Tolkien’s imagination.
I am Zappa’s rebellion.
I am Darwin’s controversy.
I am Gervais’ wit.
I am Dawkins’ criticism.
In all of these
I am in search of myself.
Jamie xx murdered this song, which had quickly grown stale.
Let me kiss you on your neck and make your heart stop.
Donald “Childish Gambino” Glover’s verse is sheer genius, and not too heavy on the usual vulgarity, which I do appreciate, but it can grow repetitive after 2 verses and a redundant chorus.
I’d like to buy you ice-cream. Look at your face expressions when the first spoon gets in your mouth and the silence that comes after finishing your cup… I’d like to tell you to taste my ice-cream just to get a bit taste of your smile, for sometimes my eyes are too distracted by so much of you…